Looking into her eyes, I saw a deeply caring person.
A smiling face,
A caring mother and grandmother,
But mostly what I saw was my grandmother's life,
She lived, she cared, this is what I saw.
I couldn't bear to look, because what I saw I had hoped would never happen.
My grandmother had passed away.
Sitting remembering all the good times that we shared, seemed like a blur at the time.
Blinded by my emotions, I didn't have the courage to go up and say a prayer.
I hated the feeling, the thought, that she wasn't going to be there for me anymore.
I remember watching people coming in and out of the funeral home,
Crying, they couldn't control their emotions.
The thought crossed my mind; I was not ready to say, goodbye.
Sitting there, feeling guilty, I knew I had to, but I couldn't.
I knew this was the last time I would see her.
Flashbacks were going through my head,
Emotions spilling out,
I couldn't accept the fact, she was gone.
I was told at a young age,
Everything happens for a reason,
I was so frustrated and angry, I disregarded the statement.
I finally got up enough courage to say, goodbye.
But, then I remembered she was not gone, she is always with me, I just never knew it.
I pray for her every night, hoping she will always be there to guide me and give me strength.
Grandma Hilda was a loving and caring person and she will be greatly missed.
If she were alive today, I would cherish every moment I would spend with her.
I took for granted the little time I had with her, and I wish I hadn't done so.
Rest In Peace, Grandma, for some day I will meet up with you, and tell you how much I love you!
